Coffee Appointment
This could start out as a chick flick beginning. Boy breaks up with Girl. Girl is devastated. Tries online dating for one day and is even more devastated. Gives up and just lives the single life.
Cue boy. Girl is out celebrating a coworker’s birthday. 2 boys come up and try to strike up a conversation. Of course, this girl happens to be me. I’m slightly annoyed, since we are sitting at the back of the restaurant, so these two gentlemen somehow made their way back to disturb what looks to be a girl’s night. If you know me, I’m usually not so abrasive but I kindly hint at them that we’re having a girl’s night, and the blond guy looks at me and goes, “Hey, I’ve met you before.”
Of course, I squint at him with a look that tells him I’ve never seen him in my life.
“At the Daily Refresher.”
I look at his brown-haired friend. And it clicks. I had met the brown-haired friend before. The blond guy? Wouldn’t have remembered him unless he was standing next to this brown-haired guy.
Cue back about 5 months ago. I was out celebrating someone else’s birthday. The birthday girl had gone to the bathroom and my other friend was closing out her tab so I was hanging around waiting. Cue boy again. He must’ve been waiting for his friend too so I thought nothing of it when we started talking. We had a nice convo, I don’t remember any of it, but I don’t remember that he was being particularly creepy. I was still in my 3 year relationship at that point, and boys meant nothing to me. I can appreciate a good-looking fella, but I only have eyes for the partner I commit to. My two friends come back and his blond friend also joins us in. As we leave, the brown-haired fellow turns to ask me for my number. Of course, I decline politely (well my friend declined politely for me, but I would’ve also declined politely if I wasn’t speechless at the time. Being loyal sometimes blinds you that people are interested in you).
Cue back to now. I end up getting brown-haired guy’s number. For some reason, I think his name is Mark. Even though he clearly texted that his name was Mike. But sometimes, four killer sangrias can make you read funny.
This of course leads to a coffee appointment. That will be Part II.
